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Of Selfies and Hashtags

Vanity has a new name...and a new face...and all it takes is a click on the front camera of your phone to be deemed "cool". One of the biggest internet fads of recent times, the "Selfie" has amassed quite a number of followers for itself. Who would have thought that clumsily taken self-clicked pictures of yourself from your phone could tell the world how tuned in you were to the latest trends?

Lets face it...its really not so simple to take a decent selfie! To start with, its confusing where to look...you may be staring at the screen of your phone and smiling stupidly at it, and your selfie may just turn out to be a cock-eyed version of yourself. Group selfies are even tougher, getting all of them in one frame requires creativity for sure, as on most occassions, you would be left with a ear or half a face in the picture. Full kudos to Ellen DeGeneres for being able to accomodate all those hollywood biggies in one frame, but I'm guessing not many of us look all that great with out faces cramped next to each other!

But posting a selfie or your tweet isn't enough anymore. You need to use the eponymous hashtag to tell people what this really means...like an inked finger after polling has to have #Elections2014 just in case people thought you were playing around with your niece's fountain pen or something. If SMS murdered the English language and gave us weird spellings and bizzare abbreviations, Hashtags went a step ahead and did away with the space between words. So its not uncommon to come across hashtags stretching right across your screen, multiple hashtags being popular too. On the flip side though, I have, on more than one occasion, curbed the desire to comment on the hashtag overdrive that people exercise...maybe something like #Ridiculous #Annoying #Irritated #By #Use #Of #Unnecessary #Hashtags!

I don't have anything against selfies or hashtags or any other of these fads,really. I find them amusing and have used them myself many times, though not with great results every time ( a selfie with a hyperactive pup was never meant to be easy, eh?). But it is nice to try new things that seem to have suddenly caught the worlds fancy...after all, it is all about keeping up with the times, right? #JustAnotherScribble

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  1. Unknown2 May 2014 at 21:56

    I can't take a proper selfie, so i kinda jealous about the beautiful selfie clickers :P :P


    ~S(t)ri Writes

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    1. Pooja Chowdhury2 May 2014 at 22:18

      Hahaha...I know..I feel the same way...and the Deepika Padukone selfie ad doesn't help either, does it? :-P

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  2. Unknown2 May 2014 at 22:54

    #good#read#selfie

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